Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
They left shortly after you claimed the dirty rug as your mattress and began alternating between singing "Dayman" and "Nightman"
who do I fuck, the girl waiting for me upstairs or her roomate making me mac and cheese right now?? This is the single hardest decision I've always wanted to have to make
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
According to the red cross, I'm not suppose to do anything strenuous for the next 24 hours. That means you're on top.
Of course not. I'd be offended if you didn't bring my boobs into casual conversation.
Last night was a "wash hands with dog shampoo" kind of night
I know I've never told you this before.. but Gyro sauce makes everything okay.
It's official. Post baseball sex is better than post hockey sex. I hope the Blue Jays win the world series.
I think he's only dating me for my ass...
My liver is preforming stress tests.
It’s just hard to believe you really care about me when u haven’t touched my dick in 2 months
It may be a corded vibrator from the 90s but it gets the job DONE
hey if my parents say thanks for the meatballs just go with it ill explain later
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